Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ask Yourself a Question, artist - Dr. Dre. Date of issue: 28.04.2014
Song language: English
Ask Yourself a Question |
| Check it out |
| Here’s a penny for your thoughts, a nicklebag of bliss |
| An M-16 with eighteen clips |
| I’m all set to bust, treacherous |
| Illustrious, homie don’t question us |
| Just ask yourself the question |
| How many hoes can I fuck in one night? |
| Just ask yourself the question, nigga |
| How many niggas can I blast on sight? |
| I’m ferocious, and you knows this nigga |
| Bitches wear skirts, shake ass and bump |
| I pop pistols, that’s all I do |
| I pop one at him and pop two at you |
| I’m illusive, I’m a glutton |
| Pistol popping activist with the key to the bucket |
| I rip your pockets of the side of your pants |
| You glare to the side and you glance, I’m in my G4 stance |
| How the fuck you make it this far? |
| No matter where you at, or who you are |
| People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar |
| I hear ooh’s and aah’s when I jumps in my car |
| Just from last night you can tell |
| That I’m addicted to the fast life (Addicted to the fast life) |
| Shouts out to my homeboys Mad and Quell |
| You go on and fuck Misty, while I fuck Michelle |
| Just ask yourself the question |
| How many hoes can I fuck in one night? |
| Just ask yourself the question |
| How many niggas can I blast on sight? |
| Just ask yourself the question |
| Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck? |
| Just ask yourself the question |
| I don’t know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us |
| What you wanna do, penetrate me? |
| Bump my crib? |
| Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga? |
| I never thought a nigga would trip |
| Off a little piece of ass that he know he could get |
| Any day (Any day) and any time (Any time) |
| You’se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork |
| Fish and chips, chips and dip |
| Fuck it, hand me my knife and my fork |
| I’m not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti |
| A.k.a. |
| Low Ricky nigga (what up momma?) |
| Substantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic, titanic tarantula |
| On a creep homie, wake up |
| Don’t sleep homie, supposed to know it |
| Look, I’m hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga |
| Don’t ask me shit 'til you ask yourself |
| (Fuck is up?) |
| Man, life’s a bitch |
| You gotta put your pistol to the sky |
| Kill a million motherfuckers and get high in order to be cool |
| Man, you’se a motherfucking fool (Speak to these niggas) |
| I thought the same way back in the days |
| Young with a lack on daily things |
| Never thought too much, homie, never trip |
| I got drunk as fuck, the homies blaze sticks |
| Look out for them niggas out to get you |
| It’s a mistake forgetting to take your pistol with you (Your pistol, nigga) |
| Niggas get swallowed in the game |
| I cock and bust hollows to peer, duck and frame |
| Yo nigga, that shit sounds like I did it |
| Don’t blaze the Indica without the Thai with it |
| Niggas look like they’re doped up like tired bitches |
| With the eyes wide gone, you spit the harpoon |
| Wiping shit the fuck out, like typhoons |
| With the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons (C'mon) |
| Motherfucker don’t ask me for shit |
| Fuck everything you believe in, little bitch |